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Gwendolyn did not want to reveal these things to Felicia, but Juliette was a very talkative child. Before
Gwendolyn could stop Juliette, the latter had blurted everything out.
Felicia's lips trembled as she was shocked to her core, listening to Juliette.
“Triplets? Aren't you amazing? Wait, no. I should be impressed by that old man. No wonder you're
dressed in such miserable clothes. It must be costing you a fortune to raise three kids, I suppose?”
Felicia smiled smugly at that thought. So what if she's alive? I'm not afraid of her.
Juliette took in Felicia's disdainful look. Then she glanced at her mother's expression. She had a
feeling that Felicia was not Gwendolyn's friend.
Juliette pouted. “Gwen, is she not a friend of yours? Why does she look at you with such an unfriendly
gaze?”
Gwendolyn stared at her daughter. She did not wish for Juliette to witness this scene.
As much as she hated Felicia and her mother, Gwendolyn was reluctant for her three children to inherit
that hatred from her. Instead, she wanted them to grow up healthily and happily.
“Have your meal, Juliette. I don't know her, so let's not talk to a stranger.”
Juliette was an obedient child, so she heeded Gwendolyn's words and focused on eating her food in
silence afterward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFelicia was in a good mood that day until she encountered Gwendolyn. She had never expected
Gwendolyn to be still alive. That acknowledgment had caused her to panic.
Nonetheless, Felicia did not pay much attention to Gwendolyn's existence. Judging by Gwendolyn's
current state, she was having enough trouble surviving, much less capable of seeking revenge on
Felicia and her mother. Gwendolyn was now nothing like the prestigious Ashton family's eldest
daughter.
Recalling that Patrick might come over at any time, Felicia decided not to waste any more time talking
to Gwendolyn and her daughter because she thought it would be embarrassing for Patrick to see her
mingling with lowly people like them.
Hence, she brushed her hair with her fingers and recomposed herself before wearing a seductive
smile.
“Enjoy your meal, Gwendolyn. I'll be sure to invite you to my wedding, so do bring along your three
children. There will be more delicious food at that time during my wedding day.” Feeling proud of
herself, Felicia added in a shrill voice, “I'm marrying the heir to the most powerful family in Avenport,
Patrick Lowen. Don't you think that my life is so much better than yours? Hahaha!”
She walked away afterward in a puffed-up manner.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn's face gradually darkened. Felicia and her mother had harmed and set her up
when she was eighteen years old, causing her to become pregnant. In the end, she could not bear to
abort the children, so Gwendolyn had never had the opportunity to attend university.
She had been working extremely hard every day for the past six years to afford the cost of raising three
children.
She wanted to avenge herself, and she wished to see the vicious mother-daughter duo getting
tormented in hell, but she did not have the ability to do so. That sudden helplessness and grievances
overwhelmed her at that instant.
In contrast to her wretched condition, Felicia was about to marry the most authoritative man in
Avenport. Gwendolyn had a hard time making peace with that awful feeling.
She felt that God was being unfair to her because those who did terrible things were being rewarded
with a blessed life.
“You're still here, Ms. Ashton!”
Liam's voice was heard from behind. Then he said to the handsome man next to him, “Mr. Lowen, this
is Ms. Ashton, who returned your coat earlier.”
Liam showed the bag in his hand to Patrick. It was only then that Patrick glanced at the two people
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsitting around the table.
He noticed that Gwendolyn was wearing a beige sweater paired with blue jeans. Her outfit was simple,
but compared to her miserable appearance of the other day at the hospital, Patrick thought Gwendolyn
looked very beautiful now.
He was especially enchanted by her big, bright eyes. Gwendolyn's captivating eyes twinkled like the
stars in a night sky.
Juliette looked up while munching a mouthful of food when she heard the conversation.
“Oh, it's you, Mr. Handsome. Do you know Gwen?”
Patrick nodded. “I met with her at the hospital once when you were sick.”
Gwendolyn knew Felicia was marrying this man.
“Mr. Lowen, thank you for your coat,” she uttered coldly with a poker face.
Gwendolyn sounded rude with the way she was expressing her gratitude.
Patrick had never expected to receive that piece of garment after giving it to her the other day. Looking
at her unpleasant attitude, he realized he had become a busybody by showing her kindness that day.
“I'll never wear clothes that others wore anyway, so you could've saved the trouble of returning this to
me, Ms. Ashton.”
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